BABY I’LL BANG YOU IN HELL

There’s a ripple in the fabric of existence

Did I just repeat myself?

Did I just repeat myself?

Did I just repeat myself?

Did I just repeat myself?

 

The clouds turn to dust

The stars in peril

The captain is on the loose

And the cattle shriek and shrill

I’m not poking in business I should not poke in to

But from where I stand I can see the deception

I hope so can you